Sometimes our dues seem to never get paid up in full...

We all pay the dues,
to walk in our shoes.
I've paid my dues,
but it still seems like I
can't afford my blues. 
My feet have gotten bigger,
so now I have to refigure.
Sometimes life marks us never paid,
but I've graduated from koolaid.

However the big frosted mug,
keeps trying to give me a hug.
A hug with a smile,
but I'm a grown azz man not a child.
I also gave up tootsie roll lolliepops,
except on Halloween
the licking hardly stops.

My teeth can't afford the price,
seems like now I'm paying twice.
My feet went from a size eleven
to a size fourteen bigger,
my run is slower and I need my trigger.
Give up your money old man,
but I have another plan.

The plan might land me in the slammer,
so I have to ease up on my hammer.
I'd rather be judged by twelve,
than carried by six,
sometimes young and old just don't mix.
This puts me in a fix.
I've learned how to work
and pay for my shoes,
but sometimes I feel like
I'll end up in the evening news.
Either the one still standing tall,
or the one that took a fall.
Either way,
I still might have to pay.
I have a blank check waiting,
hoping I can win the negotiating.

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